Re: The Dividing Line - Canteen
Caitlin nods. "I have to. One of the things I haven't figured out yet, is how to make a 'generic breed', of my ship. So faran every one I've made, which has only been my two so far, have to be custom grown to recognize the genetic make-up of a single person. Makes for an amazing security system though. So yes, I pilot the demonstrations. I never do too well, but I hold my own against trained pilots, which really is amazing in itself, as I've never had any formal training." She explains, and then fineshes off her meal, staring at the empty dish for a second or two before shaking her head and looking apologetically at Krysta. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to answer your question. All the food goes to my suit, in a way." She explains, piching a bit of the living flight suit under her lab coat. "Since it doesn't have a direct connection to the source of energy the ships feed off of, it has to store as much as it can while I'm on the ship. Unfortunately, that's few and far between, so it takes reserve energy from me. So I have to eat more to cover my own reserves, which usually means carbohydrate packs, but this is much better!" She says with a smile, taking a sip from her drink.
